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— Good luck. – I whispered watching her walk down the hall as I hurried into my apartment. I can't run away, but I could keep migrating through Cairo's buildings, if possible, maybe I'd call Ursel anonymously and let him know, running away doesn't sound so impossible.

As I tried to think of something, I heard a knock on the door.

— It's me Lauren. – It was Normani's voice. I frowned, looking around to see if she'd forgotten anything, but there didn't seem to be anything of her there. Upon opening the door, I was surprised by the four men holding her by the arms with guns pointed at her head and their regretful look of apology.

It was definitely Karila's bodyguards.

— Skirt.

I didn't wait for him to repeat, I just raised my open hands surrendering to his weapons and heard the sudden movement, Normani pushed one of them to the ground and punched him hard, knocking him down at once, being soon contained by the other three.

— If you do that shit again I'll